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• Artiste: Garth Brooks
• Titre: Tacoma
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I’m leaving Words fall out my mouth And onto the floor I’m needing To pack up my bags and walk right out the door This is goodbye I’ll roll the windows down My old Chevrolet Don’t know where I’m going I just know I can’t stay Might make it to Memphis But that ain’t far enough I speed down the highway to Tulsa, Mizzoula So fast that the hurt can’t catch up I’m burning your memory One mile at a time All the way to Tacoma By then I hope you’re out of my mind I’m thinking With a truck stop song and a cold cup of coffee I’m drinking Yeah I’m hurting like hell But honey how could I not be You make me Oh the joke and the fool The last one to know so I’m gonna put Mountains and deserts and rivers between us Go as far as I can go Might make it to Memphis But that ain’t far enough I speed down the highway to Tulsa, Mizzoula So fast that the hurt can’t catch up I’m burning your memory One mile at a time All the way to Tacoma By then I hope you’re out of my mind Might be some tears in Topeka A couple of sleepless nights in Cheyenne And the time I miss you I’ll hit the gas as fast as I can Might make it to Memphis The Kansas City line All the way to Tacoma By then I hope you’re out of my mind All the way to Tacoma By then I hope you’re out of my mind